Hallows Coming – Frost

Frost’s poem diverges a bit from my previous Halloween poems. Loss and loneliness is experienced in many various ways by different people in unique settings, none exactly identical. Memories of missed loved ones can inspire or haunt us, or both.

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I - Nemo font_halloween Dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

abandoned victorian home

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me–
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,–
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

Robert Frost, Ghost House

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Halloween breaker

happy halloween

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After the

Andain is a music duo out of San Francisco, CA with an electronic-acoustical blend of dark emotional sounds and lyrics.  This is exactly why I dig their music.  This particular song “After:” speaks to the circumstance of loss, separation, or abandonment in life — a very real part of families and/or relationships…and really about life itself.  Life is never just about roses, riches, and R&R.  Many things and many relationships that are raw, have their painful ups and downs.  Try to connect with the singer Mavie Marcos and what she is expressing…

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Feeling the flame burn
Feeling my veins hurt
After the wave forms
After the world storms

You spoke in side words
Failing the offer
Sending me out there
Feeling the cold air

You’re gone
You’re gone

Feeling the right words
Feeling the unheard
After the wave forms
After the world storms

You broke in my fears
Leaving me inside
Sending me out there
Feeling the cold air

You’re gone, I open
I will, I will see
Up and up and on and on and
Down and over me

And night after night of fooling myself
I would like to rewind and find something I’d never felt
And night after night I would tire of fooling myself
I could find what it’s like to lose something after it fell

As you’re gone I open
I will, I will see
Up and up and on and on and
Down and over me

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